The Rose
Fold upon fold
Of ivory satined cream
Wrapped within itself,
Its own heart to hold
Firm in its wrap,
Yet, pure beauty in its simplicity,
Innocence in its form,
Gentle in its delicacy.
I dare not grasp this
Pure untouched beauty:
It is -
For the eye to pause,
For the breath to hold,
For the heart to consider -
That it unfold in its own way.
Let your beauty pierce me not,
Drawing the crimson trickle
Of regret.
This moment of love offered,
I will not forget.
Waves
I follow your feet
Foot-flopping down through
The sand dunes following
Your footsteps,
Following,
Following, eye held.
The beach bows
Softly into the land’s back,
Long-fetched waves arching
In response.
I gaze at your footfall
Jellying the sand.
A presence of you, but
Not you.
Your love of the crashing surf
Carries you away from me
Not lost, just drifting
In your stillness,
Pondering your thoughts,
Breathing your dreams,
Sighing your hopes.
Together, love and love
We turn-
Turn in heaven’s stillness
Living life, in awareness of our reality.
The dead penguin,
Eyeless, looks into our souls,
Sees our eternity
As we tread back for breakfast.
Love and loved.
(Smiths Beach 2010)
Touching You
Let me look inside your soul
To find the inner you,
To touch what you think and feel,
What you are
And what you hold true.
Let me reach inside your mind
To touch the self you hold,
To explore your bias and beliefs,
The you, of you
Unfold.
Let me reach inside your heart
To taste your loves and hates,
The yearnings and the fears
Which scribe your
Future fates.
Oh take me on that journey
Let our lives entwine.
O, look me in the eyes
My love,
Promise you’ll be mine.
Whispers
Listen to the whisperings in the branches
What are they saying?
Where is your past love?
For what are you praying?
Where is your joy love?
Where is your sorrow?
Listen for the whispering
Of our tomorrow.
Listen to the whisperings in the branches,
They tell of true love, of banter and belief.
They tell of fondest care
Of a love which bestows belief.
Listen to the whisperings in the branches
They tell of commitment, of care and concern,
They tell of our love, love
And its unconditional return.
Listen to the whisperings in the branches
What are they saying?
They’re sighing of our true love, love
It’s for us they’re praying.
Listen to the whisperings in the branches
What are they saying?
Where is your past love?
For what are you praying?
Where is your joy love?
Where is your sorrow?
Listen for the whispering
Of our tomorrow.
The Risk
If you hold a love for another
If you hold a love for another
Trust in that love.
Tell them your hearts call,
Share the yearnings of
Your fervent dream,
Go out on that limb
And send words across the
Void of unknowing.
Trust in the love of trust,
Have faith in love’s
Brave chance.
Raise your eyes to read
The Fates of fortune,
Then grasp the joy
Of opportunity.
May love’s image become
Real in the action
Of optimism,
In love’s charity.
Do not despair,
Grasp love’s opportunity
And hold fast.
Let the love of love
Prevail,
Let love’s victory be the
Clarion-cry of your dreams.
